A chair scraped next to her and Alex swore softly under his breath.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
A man takes ownership of his deeds and acts responsibly.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
A tall young man tapped his shoulder and Alex surrendered her to the second dance of the evening.
A touch of humor came into his eyes.
A wry smile briefly touched his lips.
After a mind boggling search through more investment files, she found his savings account.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
Again she leaned back so she could see his face.
Alex asked sharply, his brows drawing down.
Alex continued to be preoccupied with his problem - whatever it was.
Alex decided to build a room upstairs for his office, out of the reach of Destiny's exploring hands.
Alex divided his attention between a very attentive Destiny and a reserved Carmen.
Alex finally glanced at Señor Medena, who shook his head.
Alex gently turned her around and took her into his arms.
Alex glanced at Carmen, his eyes twinkling.
Alex had always taken care of his family, but was it irresponsible to assume he always would?
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
Alex had his professional expression on, but Dulce was pouting.
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
Alex is a lot like his father in some ways.
Alex leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk.
Alex looked stern, and when Carmen met his gaze, he looked down at his plate.
Alex looked surprised for a moment and then his lips clamped together firmly.
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
Alex said nothing, his stoic features giving no suggestion of what was on his mind.
Alex said she was seeing him again after his wife died.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
Alex shifted his attention to Carmen, his gaze covering her from toe to head.
Alex spoke from behind her, his tone less than friendly.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Alex thinks someone spiked his punch.
Alex was cordial to his father and formal to his sister.
Alex was going to college when his parents died in the plane crash.
Alex was gone four days and was as solemn on his return as he was when he left.
Alex was looking down at her, his expression unreadable.
Alex was watching her, his expression unreadable.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
Alfonso put down his toy and looked uncertain.
All right, so he wasn't trying to hide his wealth, but he certainly did try to hide his family.
All that time and he was unable to solve his financial problem.
All the humor vanished from his eyes as he watched her.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes and played with the corners of his mouth.
And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.
And now she was even resenting Alex for telling his father.
And that that same technology would allow his questions to be spread across Europe, thereby igniting the Protestant Reformation?
Apparently he found what he was looking for, because a smile touched the corners of his mouth and his eyes warmed.
Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
Apparently Señor Medena and his daughters had lived here all their lives.
Are you blaming a little boy for what his mother did?
As a matter of fact, he hadn't said that since he spent half the night with his old flame.
As he rode into the yard, his expression made it clear that he didn't come to see the house.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
As his fingers traced a warm tingly path to the back of her dress, hers traced his lips.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
At his nod, she leaned back in her seat.
Beside his problems, hers seemed trivial.
Besides, I've spent enough of his money on it already.
But then, Alex hadn't mentioned his family to her, either.
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.
Carmen avoided his hands, turning to the closet.
Carmen followed his gaze.
Carmen gazed up at his somber features.
Carmen glanced at Señor Medena, who was beaming as if they were his children... or as if they were his biological grandchildren.
Carmen jerked her arms from his neck and sat up.
Carmen leaned back in his arms and smiled up at him.
Carmen let loose of his waist, moving away from the unclean thought.
Carmen lifted her chin and studied his face.
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
Carmen met his mocking gaze.
Carmen shoved a wide-eyed Destiny into his arms and turned to follow Dulce.
Carmen smiled, basking in the warmth of his attention.
Carmen stared at him, trying to follow his runaway thought train.
Clicking from one spreadsheet to another, she was shocked at the extent of his investments.
Color crawled up his neck and his gaze shifted to the coffee mug.
Color stained his neck and spewed up into his face.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
Dad was an only child and his Mother died in her twenties.
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
Dulce was beautiful, but she would forever be trying to run his life.
Dulce was certain that he would return to his roots eventually.
Even as tired as she was, his arms were a welcome haven.
Felipa definitely needed his help with chartering the helicopter, but he could have done that from Houston.
Finally he came back to the house and put his gun up.
Finally he leaned forward and stood, rubbing the back of his neck.
Finally he looked down at his lap and let out a long weary sigh.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
Finally he turned to her, his voice controlled.
Finally his brows lifted briefly.
Finally his gaze found Carmen as they walked toward the car.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
Finally she pushed away from his embrace.
Finally she spotted him talking to his father.
Focusing on his profile, she willed him to look her way.
For a moment he merely stared at her, his expression unreadable.
For once his expression was readable.
From his square-toed boots to the white shirt tucked into indigo jeans, his lean frame was something to admire.
From there the horse dashed in and out of the poles and came to a stop on his haunches.
Glancing in the mirror, he straightened his jacket and tucked the tie back down into his vest.
Had he married her to escape his family?
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
He cleared his throat again.
He commented the other day that I was spending his money.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
He danced with you that often and didn't tell you his name?
He didn't bring it up again - not even when Jonathan was unable to get his short arm into a comfortable position to play the guitar.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
He didn't want to go and he had made no effort to get along with his father.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
He had access to his part much earlier than I did, so he was able to make some investments that really paid off.
He had never mentioned what Christmas had been like at his home.
He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.
He had tried his best to push them out of it.
He hadn't said anything to his father.
He held a hand up to her and then guided her down to his lap.
He hesitated, his gaze becoming intense.
He laughed at that, and his laugh was merry and frank.
He lay down on his back and pulled the covers up.
He leaned his head back and smiled up at her.
He leaped from his horse.
He lifted Destiny so her head lay on his shoulder.
He lifted his hand and displayed a doll to Destiny.
He looked even more distinguished than usual in his Spanish garb.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
He loved the animals, his home and the clinic.
He made a face and stopped his horse.
He merely wanted to establish his authority, so the others would follow his lead.
He nodded and then shifted his attention back to Dulce.
He nodded, his expression drifting to uncertain.
He nodded, his gaze drifting off in contemplation.
He nodded, his pale eyes darkening enough to twinkle.
He picked at a thread on the couch, his mind obviously lost in deep thought.
He picked up the newspaper and settled into his chair while she checked on Destiny.
He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.
He pulled her into his arms.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
He ran a hand through his hair.
He reached down and took her hands, pulling her into his arms.
He released her, his tone injured.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
He said I could spend his money with a clear conscience.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet... and then keeled over on the bed.
He shrugged into one arm of his pajamas.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
He sobered, his face coloring.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
He turned and walked away, his head nearly a foot above the others.
He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth.
He turned, pausing with the cup of coffee half way to his lips.
He was amazingly good, his fingers plucking the strings with quick nimble strokes.
He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.
He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
He was practically beating his chest.
He was up on one elbow, his attention fixed on her open blouse.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
He wasn't even being recognized for his abilities.
He wasn't opposed to having it, but he insisted on sharing it in fair business - and with his wife, more or less.
He watched her while she wiped her hands, his expression unreadable.
He worked quietly for a few minutes and then finally turned his attention to Carmen.
He would not have to pay stranger to have his baby.
He's a lot like his father - in a LOT of ways, but don't tell him that.
He's very protective of his family.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
Her step was too long, making contact with his foot.
Her stomach contracted at his tone and the look on his face.
Her wandering gaze came up to his face and warmth shot painfully up her neck.
His attention shifted to Destiny, who was still sleeping.
His attention was focused on two riders approaching.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
His breath smelled of liquor.
His brows lifted and his chuckle was deep and warm.
His concerned gaze ran over her face.
His condescending tone was as annoying as the words.
His excuse for going to Columbia had been that they needed money.
His expression was a blend of question and concern.
His expression was reflective as he continued to regard her.
His eyes flashed humor that obediently avoided his lips.
His eyes twinkled with humor and the dimple appeared.
His eyes twinkled with humor.
His face looked pale and he rode with an alien stiffness.
His face was flushed and his eyes were bright.
His father died shortly after Alex was born, so I never met either of them.
His father was never able to get custody of him as a child.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
His fingers pressed gently, guiding her closer.
His fingers touched her chin and slid down her throat, exploring their way down to her bodice.
His fingers unwrapped from her wrists and his warm palms caressed hers.
His focus came back on her.
His gaze became wary and he spoke softly.
His gaze came back to her, reflective.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
His gaze dropped to her waist and an eyebrow shot up.
His gaze flitted to Carmen as they passed.
His gaze focused back on her.
His gaze lifted innocently to Carmen.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
His gaze shifted reflectively to nothing in particular.
His gaze shifted to her as she sat down, and he smiled.
His gaze shifted to include Carmen.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
His gaze traveled over her as she climbed out of her jeans.
His gaze traveled over her face and then found her eyes.
His gaze traveled over her face expressionlessly as they danced away from the spot.
His gaze wandered away in reflective thought.
His gaze wandered over her face in that familiar way.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
His gaze was clearly focused on her half exposed breasts.
His gazed followed the coffee cup absently as he placed it on the table.
His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
His hand squeezed her waist.
His hand tightened on her waist.
His hands gripped her waist, drawing her close.
His head snapped up and he eyed her suspiciously.
His jaw tightened and his eyes flashed a warning.
His laugh was low, and she could imagine his mocking expression.
His laugh was short and humorless.
His laugh was sudden and short, engaging the dimple.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
His lips held a faint smile and his eyes twinkled.
His mother must have been secretive as well.
His mouth twisted into a wry smile.
His movements were deliberate as he walked toward her - as if he were measuring every word he was about to say.
His name is Eduardo, and he is my cousin.
His red shock of hair stood up like a flame as he glared down at her.
His response was a warm smile.
His shrug and tone were nonchalant.
His solemn gaze met hers.
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
His solemn gaze searched hers for a moment before he spoke.
His tail was short and scraggly, and his harness had been broken in many places and fastened together again with cords and bits of wire.
His tone was conversational.
His voice sounded terrible.
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
His warm hand on her waist was reassuring.
His warm lips brushed her forehead.
His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.
His words were comforting, even if they didn't resolve her concerns.
Hopefully, this was his one and only session with drinking too much.
How many times had people commented on his wealth?
I can talk, Alex said, his voice still firm but gentle.
I didn't ask about his family tree.
I have his name, but he is not my father.
I imagine that took a chunk out of his savings.
I just wonder what his angle is.
I saw his picture on your refrigerator.
I simply want to follow his lead.
I think Alex makes a concentrated effort to drive his father crazy.
I told you, he told you... as you said, he even offered to let you look at his files.
I was thinking about buying a new vehicle and wondered if we had the money, so I looked at his financial information on the computer.
I work for Uncle Bill on his ranch, and he pays me six dollars a month and my board.
If Alex forgave his father, would he want to return to that lifestyle?
If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.
If his family had lived in the United States for centuries, why didn't they learn to speak proper English?
If his family wanted him to come back, they would have to get rid of his current responsibilities.
If his tone was any indication, he wanted more.
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
If they were truly soul mates, she should be in his corner all the way.
If you mention his name to Alex, you'll find out why she feels that way.
Immediately his gaze riveted on hers, searching for every emotion.
In any case, Alex hadn't actually concealed his financial status.
In other words, when he shook himself free of his current family, he would come to Dulce.
In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes - something akin to remorse.
In the darkness, Alex found her and pulled her into his arms.
Instead, he assisted her, his lips seeking hers urgently all the while.
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
It didn't take long for him to get home, and when he came in from the garage, he went directly to his gun cabinet and took out a rifle.
It is not for me to say how he spends his money.
It looked as stiff and formal as his hacienda did.
It served him right after his display yesterday.
It was all about money - his money.
It was hard to say whether Alex was withholding facts so she couldn't contest his decisions or simply because he thought she did not need to know.
It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
It was much easier to sleep with his protective arm around her waist.
It was possible that his father had given up on him.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
Jonathan asked, his eyes large.
Jonathan glanced up at Alex, who met his gaze sternly.
Jonathan was in his room watching television.
Jonathan was sitting on his bed, watching TV in his pajamas.
Jonathan was watching them, his mouth hanging open.
Kicking his foot free of the stirrup, he offered her a hand, never taking his eyes off Señor Medena.
Kissing his chin, she worked her way around to his cheek.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
Maybe he meant he was sick of all the bickering with his family.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
Maybe his father favored boys.
Maybe it had something to do with his investments.
Maybe it was anger that prompted him to make the remark about her spending his money, but he never apologized about it specifically.
Maybe that was why his response lacked the usual mocking humor.
Maybe there was another reason he decided to reclaim his money.
Maybe they had inherited or learned it from their mother, not his father.
Now he was exerting his authority in another way.
Now his father was putting a damper on it with his all consuming, self-serving plots.
Nurturing was in his personality.
Of course, Alex didn't have any gray hair yet, and his lips were fuller - more defined.
On the other hand, Alex needed to be in a position where he was forced to actually talk to his father.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
One of the most appealing things about Alex was his confidence.
Only his idea of tempting her with a fine house hadn't worked.
Only his profile existed in her quest.
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.
Part of it was simply his nature - and that part was sweet and selfless.
Partly because of the way he worded things, but mostly because he tried to mask his emotions - like Alex.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
Planting kisses on the corner of his mouth, she whispered.
Pulling Alex's pillow from the bed, Carmen caught the faint whiff of his cologne.
Pulling gloves and a bag from his pocket, he proceeded to collect the grisly specimen.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
Rinsing the razor, he laid it aside and wiped his face with the towel.
Señor Medena asked Carmen and Alex to come to his office with him.
Señor Medena asked, his voice crisp.
Señor Medena folded his hands under his chin and studied Alex thoughtfully.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, his attention lost in thought.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, watching Alex.
Señor Medena put his fork down and folded his hands.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
Señor Medena shook his head and continued toward the car.
Señor Medena shrugged into his coat.
Señor Medena turned his attention to Alfonso.
Señor Medena was watching Alex thoughtfully, but Alex seemed to be unaware of his attention.
Señor Medena watched her leave, his expression reflective.
She clamped her arms around his waist again.
She cuddled close to him and lifted her face for his affection.
She dropped the picture in his lap and watched his reaction.
She eagerly slid into his embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought hers.
She escorted him to wash his hands, talking all the while.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
She gazed up into his smooth features.
She glanced up at his face.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
She had assumed Alex was, but... she needed to look at his files.
She had probably resurrected his memory of how Lori had tried to break them up.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
She hugged him and kissed his temple.
She hugged him, laying her head on his chest.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
She leaned back and looked up at his face.
She leaned back in his arms.
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.
She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
She looked up at his intent features.
She melted in his embrace, returning his hungry kiss.
She melted into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and welcoming the feel of his fingers as they searched for the zipper on the back of her dress.
She met his gaze and nodded.
She met his gaze defiantly for a moment longer, but he made no attempt to argue.
She met his searching gaze.
She methodically placed the children's magazine on the table beside the chair, avoiding his gaze.
She opened her eyes to find his concerned face over her.
She paused while he sipped his coffee.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and met his gaze solemnly.
She reached out and brushed dirt from his shoulder without commenting.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
She reached up and stroked his cheek.
She relaxed in his arms, comfortable in surrendering to his lead.
She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
She rolled over to face him, sliding eagerly into his embrace.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
She settled into his lap, welcoming the hands that encircled her waist.
She sighed and snuggled against him, feeling the beat of his heart... or was that her own?
She sighed, leaning back and gazing into his eyes.
She slipped eagerly into his arms and their lips met hungrily.
She smiled, stroking his arm with her hand.
She snickered at the unintentional pun and Alex frowned, his gaze an unspoken question.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.
She stopped and gazed up at his face.
She stopped, her cool gaze meeting his.
She took out some of his and hers so he wouldn't think she was packing to leave him.
She tossed the picture in his lap again and made a face.
She twisted her arm from his grip.
She walked behind his chair, leaning over it and putting her arms around him.
She watched him wash his hands.
Since everyone knew the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she started with a special meal.
Since his current office was directly across from their bedroom, it seemed a better place for babies that Alex said could be born early.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she pressed against him.
Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into the center of the room.
Slowly she turned and met his intent gaze.
Snuggling close, she lifted her face to accept his kiss.
So I say the horses and chickens are mine and Alex says the other animals are his.
Something about his voice quickened her pulse.
Still, hiding from them wasn't going to solve anything - especially for his sisters.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
That she doubted, but his tone was confident.
That sweet chocolate gaze softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.
The boy flicked the big, boney horse with his whip and looked thoughtful.
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
The feel of his warm fingers on her temple was comforting.
The humor in her eyes summoned the dimple under his eye and lifted his brows.
The man with the star regarded her with his calm, expressionless eyes.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
The nobleman smote his breast.
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
The problem wasn't Dulce or his father.
The smile came slowly, warming his eyes - touching them with humor.
The smile faded and his expression became ardent.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
The smile returned to his lips.
The smile warmed his eyes.
The sparkle faded from his eyes, leaving them soft sweet chocolate pools.
The twinkle came back into his eyes.
The vicomte told his tale very neatly.
The white athletic undershirt contrasted attractively with his bronzed skin.
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.
Then again, maybe he was still defending his fight for Alex.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Then she unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and slipped her arms around his neck.
Then they caressed their way up her side, his thumb sliding under her bra and gently up the curve of her breast.
There was even a thorn upon the tip of his nose and he looked so funny that Dorothy laughed when she saw him.
There was no reason Alex shouldn't tell his father.
There was no reason for him to think his father might be romantically interested in her.
They moved around the room; her head on his shoulder, her hand in his.
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
To him, it was no different than artificially inseminating a cow at his clinic... well, the concept wasn't.
Tonight he divided his attention between the knife and her face - no doubt waiting for her to broach the subject.
Turning toward him, she melted into his warm embrace.
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.
Using the path he had given her, she found his financial folder.
Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
Whatever his problem, she needed to get involved.
Whatever the problem was, it remained in his mind alone.
When Alex came home Destiny crawled into his lap.
When Alex came home that evening, Jonathan was in his room painting and Destiny was topping off her nap.
When he answered, his voice was gravely.
When he gazed into her eyes, his voice was deep and warm.
When Señor Medena introduced the girl as his daughter, Carmen caught her breath and looked at Alex for an explanation.
When she glanced up at him, even his smile was reassuring.
When she looked up at him, his gaze roved over her face.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
When she re-entered the bedroom, he was propped up on a pillow, his eyes closed and the blankets tucked around his neck.
When they spotted his truck, Destiny squealed.
Whether he meant that his feelings for her were the same was unclear.
While her romance session failed to reveal his problem, it did wonders for her confidence.
Who would have thought he would become attached to a child that was neither his own blood nor male?
Why did he hide the fact that his first love would be here tonight?
Why hadn't she thought of his comment in that context?
Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?
With a heavy heart, she called his number.
With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.
Without a doubt, the fact that the babies were healthy had major influence on his mood.
Without a word, she slipped into his arms and fell into the rhythm of his step.
Would you like to read his speech?
Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed deeply.